Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.